Reincarnated as a chicken

The Night Before

The East

Troll King's Cave

The cave was filled with loud cheerful roaring. Trolls were stomping the ground and beating their chests in uniform. They had formed a circle around two trolls that were facing each other. One was a troll with red hot skin and the other had the average dull grey skin. At the moment they were performing a ritual that their race usually did the night before any conflict. It was to determine the ranks the trolls were given for the conflict. The stronger the troll, the higher their ranking. The leader of the trolls was not exempted from this rule.

The grey skinned troll delivered a heavy punch to the red skinned troll's face. That punch would have been able to snap a tree in two, however it barely managed to faze that troll.

The troll king cracked its right fist and grinned at his second-in-command. He raised his arm and flexed all his muscles. Veins snaked out, showing just how serious his punch was.

"As always.... Ya punch like a... GOBLIN!!!"

He brought down his fist, slamming the grey troll into the ground.

"Oooouuuu!"

The audience yelled at the sight. As always, their leader exhibited strength far from their caliber.

"Any other challenger!?"

He asked the crowd, but no one stepped forward. They believed that there was no other troll that could handle him. They had a good reason too. This was the very creature that had managed to give the ogre tyrant a little bit of trouble in the past.

"Hahaha! Still can't beat ya, Zod!"

The troll who had been defeated praised the troll king.

"Hahaha! Whatcha' talkin' about? Ya punch was better than the last. Last time was like a babe's."

Zod extended his hand to the troll on the ground. The troll looked at his hand for a while, then accepted it.

"Then I guess I should be happy, but I'll beat ya."

"Haha! Sure. But let's finish off those crazy folks in the west who dared to go against boss."

"Ah yea! Let's give the boss their head just for the knack of it."

"Still, I wanna fight that creature. He knows that the boss' a tyrant an' still wants ta fight. He must crazy strong."

"Ya heard what them pigs been saying? Apparently it's a chicken leading them."

"Kuhahaha! Now I really wanna fight! Chicken sure will taste good afta a battle."

"WOOOHOOO!!!"

The trolls let out yells of happiness when they saw their two strongest warriors happily talking about the battle. It filled them with a sense of confidence. With those two at their front along with the ogre tyrant what could happen?

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Orc Village

Inside the Orc King's tent, there were four orcs. All of them were the Orc king's brothers. They were joyfully having a conversation over a cup of alcohol.

"Hahaha! And so when he grabbed her tail, she slapped him and then, Dulk said that he thought it was his pipe!" (First Brother)

"His pipe!?" (Second Brother)

"What kind of shitty excuse was that? Hahaha!" (Third Brother)

They looked at the big orc who had a slap mark on his cheek. He let out a smoke filled sigh.